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Dani, 27 yr old in NC that fucks up but it cool🤙🏻 I watch too much anime and YouTube.🤖 Joygirl42 on 99% of things. I WILL cry.


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shadowseductress:

You deserve orgasms and laughter.




serizawaliker:

I fucked up so badly on this sudoku page no ones ever gonna wanna have sex with me




oaxleaf:

love myself a cockroach of a character. i look at them and go ”how is that fucker not dead? they should be dead. they should be dead ten times over. how are they not?” and 90% of the time the answer is a combo of sheer stubborness and homosexuality




lexieriot:

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spooksier:

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spooksier:

my friend took in a stray and she’s the cutest kitty ever but he named her oil so whenever he sends a picture of her me and my other friends look like we’re roleplaying as the US military

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in our defense this is oil

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worldsworstfather:

adult person: life gets faster as you get older!

me aged 10: sounds fake but ok

me now:

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animatedtext:

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sexhaver:

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ashfae:

whencartoonsruletheworld:

why is it that all the new addams family media from the last like 20 years has been like “oh wednesday doesn’t fit in with her family” “oh wednesday is striking out on her own and discovering her own interests” as if she’s not literally the perfect ideal addams and she doesn’t love being the perfect ideal addams meanwhile pugsley is a colorful bright-haired optimist who adopted a puppy and then joined the boy scouts until his parents called a therapist on him

THANK you.




wizzard890:

pyrrhiccomedy:

so judging by how astonished people are by it every time we explain it to anybody, it seems like my wife and I might really be onto something here

during the pandemic, we invented something we call “astronaut time.”

when it’s astronaut time, it’s like we are two astronauts wearing the big helmets, moving around the station on totally separate tasks. one of us is outside the space station and one of us is inside the space station. our radios do not work and we have no way of communicating with each other. we might see each other through the lil porthole windows, but we ignore each other because we both have different things to do.

“astronaut time” is how we get total privacy when we live in the same apartment. I will pretend you don’t exist. You will pretend I don’t exist. we have a nonverbal, zero-contact signal for when astronaut time is over (usually “I’ll draw a smiley-face on the whiteboard in the kitchen when I’m done”). No talking, stay out of each other’s line of sight, we are actively avoiding each other, unless you are currently experiencing a medical emergency goodbye.

it has been. a godsend. imagine living with your partner and being able to close every single tab in your brain related to social interaction. no fear of being interrupted by a “hey, quick question–” or “sorry to bother you, but do you know where the scissors are?” or “did you want something to eat, too?” Once or twice a month, we look at each other lovingly, hold hands, and say “baby I think I need some astronaut time tonight,” and the other person goes “okay cool. bye! have a nice night!” and nobody’s feelings are hurt and we both go and have a lovely evening completely by ourselves.

like idk it’s a small thing but it’s made our lives so much nicer, so if you and your partner/roommate are both people who sometimes need total privacy in order to recharge, maybe try it

I’m the wife in question and I cannot recommend this enough. When I told my therapist about astronaut time, she asked if she could share it with the couples she councils, so even the professionals give it two thumbs up.